h one might ever hope to hear. Just such a laugh as on that other night had completed the task

is moment to see Florence drop her oars in surprise and cons

lcome!" she

izzy!" Jean

ming frantically about in the one-time dining room of the ship. He was a large loon. Crippled by some

had bought fresh trout and fed him. From this time on, with no

him as the boat bumped the side of the ship. This ne

eta shuddered in spite of herself. For he

arious moods. The girls had not been aboard an hou

ut there now," Florence said wit

zzling rain, followed

wreck. What did this mean to the happy trio? Nothing at all. They were down in their private swimming pool with Dizzy. Such a strange and wonderful swimming pool as it was too! Once the dining saloon of the great sh

hit the water with a splash and to go swimming away. How Dizzy beat the water wit

way, "to think that only a short time back all this was swarming with people off on a holiday! Some gay, some solemn, some rich, some poor, but all promenading the deck and all coming in he

ll form on the bay. It may be a foot thick. Then a storm will come roaring in and break it all up. The ice will come tearing

ice. "Everyone says that. S-o-o-o!" she cried in her old merry way, "Let us enjoy it all while w

ave secrets to tell. What stories the doors to those cabins

de, these old ships." She was wondering what the secrets of this old

ian dance round the fire. This ended by a pow-wow in blankets, then a feast of smoked trout, hard crackers an

pered under her breath. She was think

d dropped at sunset. Clouds went scudding away and the moon

to knickers and mackinaw to climb the steps leading to the bridge. Ther

ng ship riding on an even keel, plowing its way through the dark night waters. She was the captain on the bridge. From time to time, as if for

command a ship? I am strong as a man. There would be things

been other lady captains? Yes, she had read stor

ristmas tree lady had been lost on his craft while bringing thousands of Christm

murmured. "Bringing Christmas tre

stmas tree ship sails no more. But it shall sail. Some day I shall be i

time her thoughts dwelt upon things very near at hand. "This wrec

oping a little, but not too terribly much. Cabins without number, a swimming pool that once was a dining hall. Who could a

all those thoughts, she went down t